Proph3cY - Gettin' a Grip lyrics

Verse: How you gonna tell me which music i like Which women I might- which sweater or fitted is right- your kiddin' me right? Say what you please but my rhythm is tight- I don't another critic with their rigid advice- I'm clean and im cool-your stinking the room- spittin up a different combination of sh**- on every single tune- yes I'm talkin to you- cluttering up the view make room I been blessed for very many moons Or How you gon' tell me that I'm only buzzed I need to do d** I need the 2 points of Molly up on my tounge Or how much I can grow off the shrooms like Mario Got dejavu with this reoccurring scenario You need to do this- you need to do that- you could take a step back b**h I'm built for the tracks- like I'm NASCAR's finest Ask your sinus Klein's so i'll he'll spill that virus, but how you abolish the fact that I slap- just right off the bat- I'm white and I rap- but look at my stats I know that there's a group of some people laughin at that- and I'm tryina do is improve on people like that Your telling me there isn't a white to ying and yangs black- like I ain't bringin hip hop back? Hah ha ha ha ha! And f** a label that tries to rep what I'm rhyming I'm in command of my flavor I'll pick my packets of roman Why you tellin me not to blow on this herb- I do cuz you on my nerve- reciprocating my curve Yeah -ex girl- waddup- you thought I missed you? The only piece I wanna see of youis p**y tissue Always tryna mold me and I don't fold is the issue- lemme keep it all smiles you live the way to continue More than often stressin me I knew I had to drop the b**h While my music was doing only the opposite Stop distorting my mind- people around me You make me feel so lousy Mouths are talkin bout me Cuz how you gonna tell me my stories just ordinary I don't think you realize the pain in my coronary Built from self image decline- half of the time- I find- this deformity overshadows my mind But how you gonna tell me what beauty is and what isn't she took me back to her crib and were drunk I'm sure that I'm hittin Twenty minutes later the vibe was dead I'm dippin I'm walkin home in the rain and I am undoubtedly trippin- jumpin to the conclusion my flaw aborted my mission Who the f** am I kiddin the flaws inside of these b**hes Flaws inside our society god just grant me these wishes Let me get grip on myself I'm tired of slippin Hook: Gettin a grip on myself, f** everybody else (repeat)